I praise you, mighty one who rejoices in the drink, him who is shared by all men, who created all; Indra, whose victorious strength is powerful in battle, whose fame and heroic vigor Heaven and Earth revere.
He with his friend acts, praised, good to man, Indra who must be glorified by someone like me. Hero, Lord of the brave, all battles are your delight, fighting against Vritra, or for water, or for spoils.
Who are the men you will help, Indra, who strive to win your bliss allied with wealth? Who urged you forward to use your divine power, valor, in the war for water on their lands?
You, Indra, through holy prayer are mighty, worthy of sacrifice at all libations. In every battle you send heroes to the ground: you are the noblest song, O Lord of all the people.
Help now, as the highest, those who toil at sacrifice: the people know your great protective might. You shall be Everlasting, Giver of success, on all these libations you bestow strength.
All these libations you make effective, of which you are the support, Son of Power. Therefore your vessel is to be esteemed the best, sacrifice, sacred text, prayer, and exalted speech.
Those who with flowing Soma pray to you, O Sage, to pour on them your gifts of wealth and prosperity, May they come forward, through their spirit, on the path of bliss, in the wild joy of Soma juice poured.